
The assignment was as crystal clear as today’s sky.
No fuss, no muss with this one. Just the way she liked it.
Her mark was not native to this country, their customs not his own. He did not approve of an afternoon rest. To him it was the height of laziness. He abhorred sleep, calling it little snatches of death.
For her the quiet of the afternoon was pivotal for a successful mission.
One could set the clock in the bell tower by this man’s routine. It never fluctuated, never deviated. How could anyone lead such a boring existence?
She craved excitement, adrenaline rushes. She’d been waiting for this day for some time. In her mind this could have been accomplished weeks ago but she had her orders.
Everything was planned to the second … literally. She dared not be up there when the bell rang out the time, even with her noise-eliminating headphones. That could potentially destroy the objective.
He was in sight now.
Poised on the highest balcony, her finger on the trigger, she steadily, gently began to pull back until the nape of his neck was perfectly centered in the telescopic lens.
He took his final step. NOW! Almost instantaneously he fell unnoticed to the pavement.
She efficiently stored everything into her backpack, carefully removing the paraglider and slipping it over her shoulders. Swiftly she stepped off the railing. The glider opened smoothly, easing her descent.
Getting tangled in one of the turrets was an unwelcome complication.
NAR © 2023
250 Words
For the lovely Jenne Gray’s weekly Unicorn Challenge, June 9, 2023
It was going so well, but I can’t imagine this little setback spoiling her plan!
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Neither can I! It’s going to take more than a little snag to stop our femme fatale!f
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Ah, the little twist at the end, which is probably what she needs to do…
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Yep. Twist but don’t shout!
She’ll figure it out!
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I’ve no doubt!
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Ah, the old paraglider in the backpack trick. Missed it by that much. 🙂
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Bet you didn’t see that one coming!
At least she got her man!
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Whoops…….. even the best laid plans………….. 😦
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Even then!
I think our girl will be OK!
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yay! She’s got smarts!!
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Darn those interfering gargoyles!!
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But they’re so cute!
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And often quite naughty!
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Oops. Still, she could’ve missed…
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Yeah, but she didn’t! Femme Fatale!
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Sh!t happens! 🤔
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At least she got the job done!
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LOL! What an ending! Love it.
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Thanks, Misky!
Don’t think a little gargoyle’s gonna stop her! 🤣
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My sort of gal, Nancy!
I do enjoy une femme noire, especially when she’s bumping off someone boring.
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Me too, CE!
He had to go; too damn tedious
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She’ll get free from unwelcome tangles, …such a supreme planner can’t be left hanging, …✨👏✨🦋✨
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Why, Penn! I do believe you’re right!
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✨👌✨
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That was chilling. Then the last line made me chuckle a little.:-)
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Thanks, Vera! I think SHE probably had the same reaction!
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Just goes to show/// women!
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She still got the job done! 🤣
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Oops! These pesky turrets!
Nice one, Nancy. I do like lady assassins!
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She got the job done; I wouldn’t count her out yet.
Thanks, Jenne! Let’s hear it for the femme fatale!
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Hmmm…. The plan was not very successful as far as her escape was concerned
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True but this is not her first rodeo!
Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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